this is the only story of mine whose moral I know. i don’t think it’s a marvelous moral; i simply happen to know what it is: we are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.
what I’m not sure about, is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save. we all complete. maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through, or feel we’ve had enough time;